It was such a very tough time.
I didn't want to admit defeat.
I was struck down in my prime.
The rebellion was bittersweet.
I had always been a victorious knight.
I had always been the first in battle.
The rage war lasted the whole night.
I had been speared riding in the saddle.
I had put up one hell of a good fight.
I was so nervous laying there dying.
But the darkness faded to light.
Something caused me to start crying.
My war with blind insanity lifted.
The angels shouldered me to a house.
I was healed by a physician gifted.
I was a human again and not a louse.
My shackles and chains fell.
The addiction to pain lost.
I had been set free from hell.
I had found peace at any cost.
The storm clouds began to clear.
I felt like a feather, light.
I floated into the atmosphere.
My spirit took wings in flight.
